The Priest
I wonder. I wonder how it is possible to gain so many enemies so quickly. Perhaps they are blind to what I am doing for them. They always are. Perhaps this is why...

Not a single deer can understand what has gone on tonight. Not one. I was harmless, courteous to her until she reopened old scars without reason. The scars were healed until she became insulting, proving exactly why does do not belong here. It is quite easy to see how it went from there, her insulting words simply making it so that I could not ignore her if I wished to keep my honor.

So I awakened this morning to snow coating the ground. White, the color of innocence, of purity. Yet, she was there, defying the purity of the forest, soiling it with her dark word. Of course, she brought reinforcements, but at least he knew enough to stay back.

That Gods-forbidden doe made the first move. I, after all, am more honorable than she. What followed was the longest battle that I can remember. However, the winner was quite clear, even from the beginning. This doe could not stand up to me. She seemed to flag early on, but always came back. What a foolish little fawn. I lost track of the time as we struck out at each other, running, breathing...Everything mixed together into a haze of red, her hooves, my hooves...

“Have you finished here, doe?” I would call, and she would answer something in her stuttering voice. Or nothing at all.

Then Amary came along. I worry for her, injured as she is. She attempted to stop us, but I knew that if I were to admit defeat, my honor, my duty to the Gods would be sacrificed. I continued...but so did Amary. She got in the way of our battle several times, earning her several injuries. I regret each one, for she is innocent.

The snow...

I suppose I looked down once. The snow was coated in dots of red blood, mine and hers. It dripped down both of us, down my antlers. It did not matter to me at that time. I was focused.

how do ppl get a close up view of their deer? =3 i've seen several pics of deer very close up and i was wondering how ppl do it =/

Bump'd, so more can see.




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So...
I am blind.
Dear Lemon... Now I know how you feel, I think...





I know it is snowing by the feel of cold soft things landing on me... My, I wish I could see it! The snow! I was always fond of it, I was... The air would be beautiful, as cold as it would be, and the white things fluttering about was a favorite sight of mine to see...
Pity I'll never see it again.
Surely it is even more beautiful in this lovely forest. Oh, how I envy them! All the others who can see and gaze upon this beauty without a thought!
Ah, well.





I can hear the cries and joyful hoofbeats of fawns and adults dashing about. I approach a few groups shyly, seeking a little bit of warmth... But who wishes to invite a blind doe? Besides, I cannot join them; with only midnight darkness in my eyes, I cannot hop and run around like them... I would trip and fall, and that would be unpleasant.





I remember in my fawnhood (my, it is so far back!) how I played in the snow with my father and mother... That was far before the floods, it was. Mother would wear her violet hat with the green feathers in it, and hop through the snow, father and I following her exact hoofsteps...
I smile; remembering little things like that makes we wish the floods never happened...
...everything was washed away...
I shiver and cry out, hoping someone to come to me and nuzzle me, keep me warm in this cold snow. Simply someone to sit by my side, under the shelter of a tree or such...

[=9][i]A cold wind blew through the forest, curling its white snowflakes around the tall trees and strange mushrooms that had sprouted overnight. The ground below was still warm enough to evaporate the flakes as they touched down but the wind was cold enough to send a newborn to its knees shivering. Thankfully, Viral's hideout was tucked away enough to hide him from the worse of the cold.

Auds twitched at every little sound, every snap of a twig that echoed throughout the forest as he listened for his mother to show. A few other deer had decided to show themselfs in this odd weather. Their coats used to the chilling snow. By now small piles had started to build up about the bases of trees.

As Viral stood and stretched, his blond hair swung loosely about his sholders, automatically covering over his right eye like normal, he had gotten used to it by now enough so that it wouldn't bother him. His nosed twitched with the strong scent of an old stag that had died not to long ago. Although things as such usually were ignored in the forest, it was a gift to the fawn. He happily trotted up to the dead deer, carefully tearing away unwanted fur from the warm meat that lay just below. His sharp, pointed teeth easily slicing through muscle and bone alike. After his fill he sauntered over to the crying idol to rinse his dark gold fur off. Patches around the scar on his chest had started to turn a lovely golden color, eventually it would take over all of the dirty brown from his fur.

Folding his legs carefully underneath him once again, he hid himself between a few rocks and a willow tree, hiding from the cold and the watchful eyes of the nameless. Curling his neck around to help keep heat near his body. Slowly he closed his eyes halfway, watching as other fawns played with their mothers and fathers, brothers and sisters, along the riverbed.

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"Tally was so kind to me today. She is nice and jolly doe and I really like her company. After that fight I am recovering very slowly and to run for a long time - this is real disaster for me. I even try not to enter big groups of deer, because something like a fear inside me persecute me away. I am afraid now. Afraid of this forest. The second day the weather and nature play tricks on us. It looks like the Gods want to laugh. But that make me crazy, I am loosing my mind. I decided to show Tally that valley with blue flowers and giant pines around. I think that this place is one of the most romantic in this forest. While we was making merry, I've suddenly felt strong pain in my back. The panic covered me, when I understood that wound started to bleed hardly.



And I run away. As fast as I could. AWAY! AWAY! I didn't want Tally to see that horror, to see how I would writhe on the ground because of pain. I was running away and I saw that she cried. But I could nothing to do about it. The wound opened and all my neck and chest become red. I could hardly breathe. But there was so many deer in the forest that I didn't know where I have to go. So I run and run and run... Everything went dark before my eyes when I knocked down near the oak. There was no oxygen in my lungs and I was nearly killed by that long and painful running. And then I lost consciousness...

Esmerald sang to him a song. A beautiful song which he still remembers. That was the last hours of their happiness. And then she said
"Run, Rally, even if you cannot hear my voice, I'll be right beside you, dear."
And then all gone.

[=crimson]From the start, I suppose I have set myself up for a difficult life. How many years have gone by, in which my understanding was that I had to fight to stay alive? Now in my old age, I am stuck in violent ways... and I am not as free to change as a fawn would be. Alas, as much as I'd like to take a step back and live peacefully, such will be impossible. I fear my own nature will soon lead to death.

I recently conversed with Virgil on this topic. Even though a change is desired, it is difficult to even consider. Though it's difficult, I have resolved to restrain myself. I had been challenged to fight Silent... Virgil had attempted to convince me to turn the challenge down; but I am a... stubborn old mule. He did get to me though. If anything, I promised to not throw the first blow, and to take it easy.

It is unlike me to even consider 'taking it easy'... but still baring open wounds from my last fight with Wesker, it became an option. I would still fight... just not as viciously. Besides that, I have been growing weary of the sight of blood... the red flush that obscures my mind under stress... the madness that pulls me strait to hell's gates themselves. It's become redundant, and wears down the soul.

So the day had come, to fight Silent.

Still sore and barely scabbed from my last battle... still mentally worn down...

He woke in the shallows of the lake, and called out. From across the lake, I called back.

"I told you I would not be hiding!" I declared. Wounded, even so... I could not back down. He remained near the shallows. I made my way to where he stood.

I bowed, courteously. There was no need to behave as a blind beast... I would show manners. He bowed back. "You wished to fight me? I wholly accept your challenge." I stated. I believe he was waiting for me to attack first.

But I had already vowed to only attack if first attacked.